One Man's Safari into Brightest Africa

November 19, 2009

What Shall We Do With Rachel Cinderella?

I met Rachel on Wednesday at the New Times Primary School in Kishanje.Dressed in a pink “Drama Queen” sweat shirt
over her school uniform, she seemed very short for her age and rarely smiled in
the few minutes I spoke to her.Around
the school yard, while the other kids laughed and teased each other, she moved
like a shadow, keeping to herself, never daring to invite judgment.

I mentioned Rachel to Moureen Kyokusiima, the Director of
Child Services for Juna Amagara Ministries here.“She seems distant,” I offered.“Would you like to see where she lives?”
Moureen replied.I said I would.

We walked a half hour over steep, meandering paths though
the corduroy hills of Kigezi to a mud-walled shack, a house typical of many
others in the area.The auntie was home
and brought benches outside for sitting.She teetered and fumbled – hospitable but drunk.Three other children hovered by her
side.She allowed us inside the hut
where we found two single beds for five people.Then, as Rachel crawled into the lap of a visitor, Moureen told me her
story.

Rachel’s parents had died of AIDS two years before.Rachel came to live with her only blood
relative, this auntie – and her three cousins with a sometimes-present husband.As the uninvited guest, Rachel was expected
to earn her keep by doing chores – fetching water and firewood and digging in
the garden.This tiny girl was strong
and could carry a full jerry can, 40 pounds of water, all day.“That is why she is stunted,” Moureen
offered.She sleeps on bare earth.She eats last.She is often beaten and rebuked.The people at Juna Amagara had noticed Rachel
and, with the auntie’s permission, invited her to come to school.They found a sponsor to cover school fees.She now gets at least one hot meal a day and
spends most of her time in a loving environment.“She was sick and undernourished when we
found her,” Moureen said.“Juna Amagara
saved this girl’s life.”

Watching Rachel seek a warm lap amid the cold hard reality
of her life broke my heart.But what can
we do?There are Cinderella children
everywhere.What shall we do?